Before We Were Strangers by Renee Carlino

Before We Were Strangers by Renee Carlino

Another in the Blogger Shame challenge – I’ve had this for-freaking ever.  Apologies to the author and @AtriaBooks 

Before We Were Strangers

A chance spotting as the F-Train is pulling away is the set up for this rather bittersweet dual POV story.

Matt and Grace were everything to one another in college, then life opened doors and away they went. Like many, they lost touch, moved into and out of other relationships, headed in different directions and now years later Matt spots Grace.

Divorced and drifting, Matt has been searching for new purpose, and the what-if’s from the past were all concentrated with one large knock out punch when he saw Grace.  No chance to talk, but he knew she spotted him – he sets an ad on Craig’s list  – offering coffee and a chance to talk.

Oh the feelings – Carlino’s writing shows the beauty and solidity of their love through a series of memories in dual point of view. Both Grace and Matt were so very much in love, but a choice here and no choice there pushed them into different directions. What did survive was the love and good memories between the two….

As for the rest…. You’ll have to read it to find out. Be prepared with tissues, plenty of ooh’s and aah’s and hours of your own ‘what if’ moments.

Before We Were Strangers by Renee Carlino

Title: Before We Were Strangers
Author: Renee Carlino
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published by: Atria Books
ISBN: 1501105779
Published on: 18 August, 2015
Source: Publisher via NetGalley
Pages: 320
Rated: five-stars
Heat: One FlameOne FlameHalf a Flame

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From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City.

To the Green-eyed Lovebird:
We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House.
You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more.

We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other.

Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding…

I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello.
After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half?


A copy of this title was provided via Publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.

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